How I View the Past -- Tribute to The Israeli Remembrance Day (Poem)
Updated: Aug 28
The past?
The past is a series
Of blessings and of scars!
Whenever your head goes in the stars,
You will remember where life made you a staff, a cast!
The more blessings you attain,
The more enjoyable life will be!
The more scars you will gain,
The less you'll want others to see!
If people are not aware of your misfortune,
They will say:
"Ah, let things be things"!
But they will contradict themselves as beings,
When their own past makes them pay!
The world likes to make one,
Feel small, feel insignificant.
When you are innocent,
And bask in the joy of having your own cent,
They will ask you, with skill they hone:
"Who do you think you are?"
While all you tried to do,
Was to tell the world,
"Hey, I'm a person too".
People won't hesitate to bless,
As well as scar,
Because in their heads,
They are kings and queens, no less!
But they are afraid of showing the world,
Their own underpants (Metaphorically)
Because their confidence comes to a halt,
When the personal aspect sparkles its bolt!
IN THE END,
Those who tell you to move on,
Are not aware of the fact,
That you were scarred,
By the world's greatly-incompetent confidence.
They don't really know how it is to be you.
They see a face and hear a voice,
But to be you, that is not a choice.
And to be a person, which we all are,
Means that the past will haunt us forever more,
Until one will be able to convince themselves,
That said past is irrelevant, to the core!
If people are not aware of your misfortune,
They will say:
"Ah, let things be things"!
But they will contradict themselves as beings,
When their own past makes them pay!
I WILL NOT let go of the past!
Not because I don't want to,
But because the past is all I have left,
When I am alone in my head.
I will not escape it,
For the truth lies there,
And thus, I feel the need, the need to care!
People tell me to let go,
But can't you see?
Each encounter, there, in the head,
Is when I actually get to be;
To be, beyond my isolation,
In a world cruel enough,
To assume that I am sufficiently tough,
To ignore the past,
As if it was a rubber bullet, weak enough, to last.
I will battle all the demons that I need to,
If it means that I will better understand the universe,
I was born to,
Without the ability, of asking me, first!
Finally,
If reincarnation exists,
Then I see myself,
As the embodiment of my great grandparents.
AVICHEN, my second name, the acronym, represents:
Abraham, Enoch, Yaakov, Nachman.
All decided to move on,
From the holocaust they did not, by themselves, have won.
They said to themselves:
"All this loss, and yet, I must endure!".
Although of the future I'm not, of, sure,
I will try and see it through,
That I too will gain,
Much of the past, that is insightful, and true.
Thus,
My dedication to the past will resume,
Until it will have no relevance, until that I will assume.
Some have left my life, for they have no courage, in their heart, their room.
Cowards!
Those who do not remember the past, might have their future, set to doom!
One did not respond, was too overwhelmed;
The second! Lives under the so-called "respect" of the man she engaged!
I will try to make sure,
That I will be,
More than the world,
More than the average, can endure.
Even if it will tempt me, to be closer to my doom,
I will extract from the past, the truth that exists, I, at least assume!
If people are not aware of your misfortune,
They will say:
"Ah, let things be things"!
But they will contradict themselves as beings,
When their own past makes them pay!
